Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Why you run from Pepe'?





So freakin' cute! John likes to feed the outside cat, but I'd rather feed the skunk.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

It's been an odd and warm-fuzzy sort of week in terms of re-connecting with old pals. It's comforting to know that my former class-mates are on the same sort of path. That we're all struggling or dealing with the same shit. I guess I sort of live in seclusion (duh, I know). I don't associate really with anyone my own age. And now, knowing that we all seem to be on this time-line. Our parents, our relationships, our fears and families... I have breathed a sigh of relief. I am not alone.

Tuber-Rose

So this is what happens when you don't clean for a while. I think it's pretty. Today I've cleaned the majority of the kitchen save the sink, which I refuse to touch. Dishes piled high and we've officially run out of cereal/soup bowls. Soggy wet chunks of cheese and all kinds of nasty nonsense.

I've also consolidated our linens and some of our winter things and I'm donating my crap to the unsuspecting folks at the Salvation Army.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Tomorrow I get to sleep in. Maybe. Unless I decide not to. In which case I'll get up.

We went to Open House at the Honda dealership tonight. They gave us food and free stuff. During the drive there it rained like holy hell but was still mostly sunny. Sure-fire rainbow making environment. If you look closely you can see the second one. They were fully formed. Reminded me of the pictures I used to draw when I was little. Perfect semi-circles. All of the people at the open house were standing outside taking cell phone pictures. Folks were even pulled over on the side of the highway taking pictures. It was that extraordinary. It was also kind of bizarre. I was thinking, hmmm... is this what we're all going to be doing when the aliens finally make a grand appearance? Standing around with our cell phones held up in front of us like tiny ineffectual shields?

Thursday, June 19, 2008


Paul and Rachel.
Dang it... I used to change their diapers. I literally own shoes older than these two.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

her and she

Not really the most flattering picture of me, but I'll sacrifice my vanity for the greater good of blogging. This is Lynn and me in a cavern at the Palatki Ruins outside of Sedona. Those are petroglyphs on the walls and orbs all in the air.

biblio-tacky

I'm just really sleepy. Mostly I read and then I read some more. Then I go to work. Then I drink coffee and wait for my lunch break so that I can read. I come home, I scoop the litter box, I read. I've been reading a lot of Tess Gerritsen. "The Surgeon" - "Body Double" - "The Bone Garden". Now I'm giving my self a break from her and I'm reading "Murphy's Law" by Rhys Bowen. I've also read "Widow of the South" by whatshisname. Which I really enjoyed for the first 100 pages or so and then it morphed into an un-fun history lesson. So I spot read it to the end. Lynn let me borrow "The Dark Side of the Light Chasers: Reclaiming your power, creativity, brilliance, and dreams." by Debbie Ford. It's about opening yourself up and allowing yourself to live authentically. Lynn says it supposed to help us embrace our darker sides.

Monday, June 9, 2008

bone-yard


Bonaventure cemetery in Savannah.
The city of Savannah is a balm to my soul. I am in love with all of it. Every beautiful, nasty, luscious, evil little part of it.
6:30am every morning I was out the door. Filching a cup of coffee from Ed, the worlds most perfect Innkeeper, before I hit the streets. Terrified I was gonna miss a minute of me time. Savannah in the morning smells of horse poo and gardenias. The vagrants and the filthy rich "good mornin' " one another in the squares. I feel fearless and ethereal and utterly at home.

Truly... a cat day afternoon

94 degrees... which normally I'm okay with, but Friday we had to turn the heat up because it was chilly and yesterday it was 90 and it gives me the sick headache and makes me physically ill. Not to mention temperamental.

In the grocery store parking lot a few moments ago, we watched 2 elderly ladies get out of a blue Matrix. One wearing a mini-skirt and a tropical head-band, the other wearing a mid-thigh cotton print nightgown, hot-pink athletic socks and flip-flops, her thin arms folded across her rounded belly. I laugh like a fool at the awesome-ness of it and John says, "When it gets this hot, all bets are off." he questions me, "Do you ever look at people and feel like you're reading your own tea leaves? Right down to the hot-pink socks and the Mad magazine belly." I love it.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Bob



Daddy by the pool.

Crusty


Crusty-Dusty. Old as dirt, mostly deaf, smells un-godly, sweet-boy.

Wendy's Progeny


My lovely nieces. From left to right: Paulina Katherine, Sage Claire, and Sarah Rebecca. Beautiful, kind-hearted, blonde-headed missies.